Sine, cosine, tangent

The girl strides down the hall, her knapsack slung over one shoulder. It’s a full knapsack, and it drags her back down into an odd, Quasimodo-ish shape, but she doesn’t care: one-shouldered is the only way to do this. She strides. She knows where...

Sink and swim

My sister and I decided this, the other day: reading Wolf Hall is just like watching Game of Thrones. So many names; so many places; a world that’s impossibly evocative, while also being utterly confounding. Granted, I’m not all that smart when it comes to...

A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Cover

A couple of weeks ago, the wondrous Erik Mohr did several cover mock-ups for me—all of which made their way to me for comment. One was utterly, immediately right; another was absolutely lovely. The resounding first choice was nixed, utterly and immediately, because it...

Cover me!

Hot off the drawing board of the wonderful Erik Mohr; yours to have and hold sometime in April 2014:

Clothing stores and Minotaurs

I love Old Navy. Old Navy, and Ariadne. Let me explain (whilst also pulling metaphor out of a hat by its ears!). Today was the day I decided I needed new clothes. This usually happens once in spring and once in fall: I’m consumed, seemingly all of a sudden, with...